:10:01
Is that you, Seung-ub?
:10:09
After barely a year he had a stroke.
He was paralyzed.
:10:14
I kept house and farmed for him.
:10:20
I've come straight from his funeral.
:10:27
He left me his flute.
:10:30
We'll never be stirred
by his playing again. How sad...
:10:39
The flute was all he left you?
:10:44
He said every painter has to know
literature. Although he was ill,
:10:50
he taught me the classics.
Now my eyes can see.
:10:57
It's been so long.
:10:59
I'd heard you were back from China.
Sorry I took so long to come.
:11:03
Thanks to you, it all went well.
:11:06
I bought this in China.
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"The Book of the Measure of Qi".
:11:11
The author is our own Hye-gang.
He's unknown here in his homeland.
:11:16
We spurn the thoughts
of such a sage...
:11:19
while he's admired abroad in China.
Such a pity.
:11:25
What does he say in this book?
:11:28
He explains the mysteries
of the flow of Qi,
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how it irrigates our five senses
and determines the nation's strength.
:11:41
That would be heresy here.
They'd censor it.
:11:46
That will be our country's downfall.
:11:49
Our ruling class must wake up to the
future. They're asleep. It's disastrous.
:11:56
I'll share this precious gift
with my reform-minded friends.